The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1174

Crystal's POV:

Rufus and I were hiding behind a wardrobe in the corner. We were surrounded by costumes with small openings between them that allowed us to peek outside.

The conjoined twins, who had just been pierced with a sword, lay barely conscious on the ground while clowns wearing a variety of masks stood around them, chatting and discussing.

"One of them still seems to have a chance. The sword hasn't hit any of his vital organs. Should we take them to the hospital?" the clown wearing the red mask, who was hosting the show just moments ago, asked as he prodded the twins' heads.

"You think doctors are morons like the audiences we have here? A real doctor would instantly figure out that they weren't born this way but are actually the result of a cruel experiment!" the blue-masked clown admonished in a contempt-filled tone.

I was shell-shocked and covered my mouth in horror. I couldn't believe that the twins were the result of cruel experimentation. This meant their bodies had been subjected to gruesome treatment to transform them to their current situation.

I peeked at Rufus, whose face was grim and looked equally taken aback by this revelation.

"Then what should we do? We have invested a lot of time and effort into them," the red-masked clown shot back irritatedly as he took off his suit jacket to reveal his bulging muscles. He looked like a ruthless brute here, unlike in front of the audience, where he was polite and polished.

"We could find an unlicensed doctor. Maybe they'll still have a chance," the pink-masked clown suggested.

The red-masked clown became even more vexed. "Then we have to wait until darkness falls. Too many people are milling around outside right now, and dragging them around will raise suspicions."

"Let's forget about them. If we have to wait till dark, they will probably be dead anyway," a white-masked clown piped up. He seemed to be the least important person in the group.

As expected, the she-wolf in the pink mask reached out and rapped his forehead. "Can't we wish for something better? We can't let them die so easily."

The white-masked clown rubbed his forehead helplessly and pointed one finger at the conjoined twins on the ground as he said, "Look at their injury. Even if there was a possibility to save them, it only exists for one. They need surgery to separate them. It's not worth spending so much money on a

useless product. Instead, we can use that money to create a new one. Besides, these twins are stupid. They don't appear bright even during their usual performances. I think we could find two smart kids and create a new one."

After listening to this, all the clowns fell into deep thought. Finally, the red-masked clown arrived at a decision. "Fine, let's drop them and cultivate a new one."